You know how things that you heard or read years ago, stick in your mind?
Well years ago I read an article which said that starting about forty two days before a birthday, you need to be careful of the decisions you take because people go into a destruction cycle and ‘reorganise’ for the next year that is coming apon them. So they do daft things clearing away the old to get ready for the new. Many significant things happen just before your birthday. Some of them aren’t nice but you actually brought them apon yourself through changes you made.
At the time of learning that ‘fact’, which I never knew, I found many significant things that had happened to me just before my birthday. So the idea embedded deep. I had ‘proved’ it to myself. When you are young, significant things are exciting. When you are old, you want to avoid them at all costs!
So, I avoid doing anything at all decision-wise just before my birthday.
Today, I was going to write a post on another blog I have, a post that I’d have to actually think carefully about, but I didn’t write it. I got side tracked looking at the ‘stats’ on it. I have several blogs. And the stats are remarkably different. My blogs are for me, really, a way to let off steam, share ideas with a faceless few or practise being lucid. Mental excercise really. Fending off dementia if that’s possible.
So that got me thinking about THIS blog. THIS blog, in my head, is classified as quick, superficial, fun, light hearted, no-particular topic about two old people, the ‘Furlongs’. I called it The Last Furlong because I knew and loved Majory Owens art. Her piece called The Last Furlong (heading image), inspired me daily as I used to see it on our stairs. It represented to me how all of us are always on the last furlong of our lives. Every action that we do, or even try to do, has a last furlong element to it, that last effort, before the end, before completion.
Every day is a personal ‘Last Furlong’ in some way.
This blog has the least followers. But the most comments. And, now, many thousands of views. It occurred to me to add an ‘s’ to the title, making it The Last Furlongs, because it’s just about Mr Furlong and me. But of course Mr Furlong is ACTUALLY the last male of his name. He IS the last. I think people think this blog is about horse racing.
Adding an ‘s’? The Last Furlong’s’?
No, I’m not going to do that today because I’m in the dangerous phase of my year.
I’m in the dreaded forty two days!